Lord of Puro

Chapter 705: Song of Flowers

In the circular dance floor, Li Banfeng was sitting on a chair, enjoying Mengde's singing and dancing.

Mengde's performance today was excellent and received constant applause from the audience, but Li Banfeng always felt that something was missing.

Li Banfeng couldn't tell whether it was technique or emotion. If his wife was around, she would definitely be able to point out the problem. Just like before going to bed, Li Banfeng would ask Mengde to stand by the bed and sing, and his wife would always be beside him with a board, giving him some pointers.

Thinking of my wife...

Boom!

With a loud noise, Li Banfeng woke up from his sleep.

He realized that he had a dream that he shouldn't have.

He crawled out from under the bed, looked around, and then took out the judge's pen from under a pile of newspapers.

"Brother, which room did you come from?"

"Hmph!" Judge Pen was too lazy to get angry or answer.

Li Banfeng quickly went to the main room. Hong Ying had just helped his wife up when she found Meng De from under the table: "What did I tell you? Don't let Qilang dream about home. You can't even do this!"

Mengde felt very aggrieved, and the record player advised him, "Forget it, dreams change rapidly, and it is inevitable that Mengde will make mistakes. Husband, pack up and go to sleep."

Li Banfeng was too embarrassed to sleep at home. Ever since he learned how to have two bridal chambers, whenever he dreamed about his home, something would inevitably go wrong at home. There were more than a dozen rooms, and sometimes they would be turned upside down by him.

It was understandable that he didn't master the technique well since he had just learned it. Li Banfeng moved to Xiaoyaowu and slept for a night. The next morning, he went to the new land. Today was the day when Qin Tianjiu took over the land and became the local god.

Although there is a ready-made deed, Xiaopang does not understand the process of becoming a local god. Ma Wu invites Feng Daiku to guide him, but unexpectedly, Pan Dehai comes all the way from Haichiling to congratulate Xiaopang.

As soon as he saw Pan Dehai, Feng Daiku turned around and left. Fortunately, Pan Dehai was also an knowledgeable man. He helped Xiaopang take over the land and taught him some tips on guarding the land.

Gao Shuxia looked at Qin Xiaopang with such envy that her eyes almost popped out of her head. She also wanted to be a local god.

Baimuyu poked her in the waist and said, "Don't just watch, do something serious."

The two searched for a long time in the crowd but did not find Li Qi, only Ma Wu.

Baimuyu walked closer and saluted carefully, "Excuse me, are you the Fifth Young Master?"

Ma Wu looked him up and down, nodded slightly and said, "It is Ma."

Baimuyu looked up at Ma Wu, feeling that he was being a little rude, and lowered his head in panic: "I have admired you for a long time, and it is a great honor to meet you today."

As he spoke, Baimuyu glanced at Ma Wu twice, his cheeks already flushed red.

Gao Shuxia watched from the side and sneered in her heart.

Does she still know how to blush?

The Hundred Eyed Fish has been roaming around in the New Land for many years and is a well-known swimming monster. What kind of man has she not seen?

Besides, she was a hundred-eyed fish, so why did she need to peek at Ma Wu? She could look at him however she wanted, and she had looked at Ma Wu from head to toe. Wasn't she just trying to get some information from Ma Wu by acting like this?

But I heard that Ma Wu is a playboy, maybe he will really fall for her tricks.

"I am flattered by your praise, young lady. Please come this way!" Ma Wu quickly found a wooden house and asked Baimuyu to sit down.

This wooden house was left behind by hunters who were pioneering the land. It is very simple.

Ma Wu took a tablecloth from his men, spread it on the table, and placed a teapot and tea fruits on it.

Cover the windows with curtains and light candles.

Spread a red carpet on the ground, and bring a few bouquets of flowers to decorate the windowsills and corners of the house, and the atmosphere in the room will suddenly become different.

Seeing Ma Wu being so attentive, Gao Shuxia smiled indifferently. This silly boy had taken the bait.

Baimuyu's idea is correct. Only by getting Li Qi's ideas from Ma Wu can things in the land be accomplished.

After waiting outside the wooden house for more than an hour, Baimuyu came out and nodded slightly towards Gao Shuxia.

Gao Shuxia hurried over and asked, "Is it done?"

Baimuyu nodded and said, "Okay, I told him that we came here with Pan Dehai mainly to find Li Qi. We also want a piece of new land. Not too much, just one piece for the two of us to use together.

Although we are following Pan Dehai now, we have never done anything with him and have no feelings for him. From now on, we will follow Li Qi and Ma Wu faithfully and promise to be loyal to them without any second thoughts. "

Gao Shuxia stared at Baimuyu for a long time and asked, "Were you trying to trick him just now?"

"Yeah." The Hundred Eyed Fish nodded.

"Where are Li Qiren?"

Baimuyu thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "Ma Wu didn't seem to say that."

……

Pan Dehai was busy helping Qin Tianjiu deal with everything. He was sitting under a tree to rest when Li Banfeng came over and handed him a cup of tea: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Pan."

Pan Dehai shook his head and said, "Qin Tianjiu and I have a master-disciple relationship, and Qin Tianjiu and you have a brotherly relationship. You are a virtuous person among the younger generation. Helping virtuous people and doing virtuous things is our duty. How can you say it is hard work?"

"Mr. Pan, what you said is good," Li Banfeng put down his tea, "Then let's just talk about the price."

"Brother Li Qi, you have misunderstood me too deeply," Pan Dehai sighed, "We have known each other for so long, and I have never argued with you about the gains and losses in our interactions. You just mentioned the price, but it makes me feel cold."

After saying that, Pan Dehai took out a small statue and handed it to Li Banfeng.

This is the statue of the Seventh Master. Li Banfeng has seen it. He has another one in his hand, which was also given by Pan Dehai.

"Mr. Pan, is this your magic weapon for gathering popularity?"

Pan Dehai shook his head and smiled: "This is a technique used to gather popularity, but it is not a magic weapon."

This sentence points out the key point.

Pan Dehai can help Li Banfeng gather popularity for Haichiling, and this is his unique method.

Li Banfeng touched the statue, and the surging popularity was about to overflow.

Pan Dehai drank his tea and said slowly, "The weather in Haichiling has been good this year. I have put a lot of effort into it, but the credit ultimately goes to Master Qi. I can't help but feel a little envious."

The words were very clear. Pan Dehai brought prosperity to Haichiling, which was the duty of a local god, but Li Banfeng gained greater benefits from it, so he should pay the reward.

But before paying, Li Banfeng would like to know the purpose clearly.

Pan Dehai's help was naturally also for the sake of the new land.

"You want new land, what do you want to use it for?"

If Pan Dehai said that he left it to himself to accumulate popularity, that was pure nonsense. Haichiling was a big city in Provincia, and its ability to gather popularity far exceeded that of a new land.

"I want to leave a piece of land for Gao Shuxia and Baimuyu. They have done a lot for me and will do more for me in the future. If I only talk about friendship without giving them some benefits, there will be a lack of virtue in this friendship."

Pan Dehai was telling the truth, but Li Banfeng said nothing.

Pan Dehai sighed, "I know you have some problems with these two women."

There was indeed a festival, especially for Gao Shuxia, who teamed up with Xiaofeng to plot against Youtao.

Baimuyu once wanted to join forces with Bashanzhu to deal with Meng Yuchun. She also joined forces with Gao Shuxia to take advantage of the situation and take away Bei Wushuang's territory.

Li Banfeng remembers all these things.

"We'll settle the feud between them later. I can give you this new land. I don't have to ask who you entrust the land to, but you must abide by my rules." Li Banfeng wrote a contract on the spot.

Pan Dehai read the contract, nodded and said: "Since we are defending the territory of Purozhou, neither Pan nor these two women will form an alliance with Neizhou in the future, nor work for Neizhou. This is the foundation of virtue and is also a virtuous act. If it is violated, Pan is willing to be punished!"

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "You agreed so readily. This is not like your usual temperament."

Pan Dehai signed the contract, pressed his bloody handprint, and handed it to Li Banfeng: "I remember clearly what happened at Desong Cliff. That was the foundation of our Taoist sect, but now there is no grass growing there.

If I say I don't feel bad, that would be a lie. But what they did is completely contrary to the fundamental principles of morality. They deserve this bitter fruit!"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Are you scared?"

Pan Dehai raised his eyebrows and said, "I have always been able to distinguish right from wrong."

Li Banfeng reminded: "There are not so many right and wrong issues. This matter is easy to distinguish. It is good to see it clearly now, but don't be confused in the future.

It's clearly written in the contract that I will collect the favor from you every two months, so don't default on your debt when the time comes."

Li Banfeng handed a pair of deeds to Pan Dehai and placed the small statue on his head.

He was not in a hurry to suck the human energy dry. He had to control it, control it very precisely, and let the human energy flow slowly between the flesh, blood and bones.

Practicing cultivation is a tiring thing. He didn't notice it before, but now he has some understanding of it. He can clearly feel the stagnation in the joints and the swelling in his flesh.

The human energy was slowly injected, erasing the stagnation bit by bit, and releasing the swelling bit by bit, over and over again, allowing Li Banfeng to slowly feel the physical comfort.

"It's so smooth!" Li Banfeng looked at Pan Dehai and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"What's slippery?" Pan Dehai's old face turned red.

Li Banfeng said with a look of aftertaste: "It's so comfortable. You've lived to such an old age, you must know this feeling."

"I don't really know..." Pan Dehai looked around and shouted to Xiao Pang, "Xiao Qin, I have something to tell you."

Pan Dehai talked to Xiaopang about some things in the land, then called Gao Shuxia and Baimuyu, and left the new land together.

Gao Shuxia was still anxious: "We have looked everywhere, but we haven't seen Li Qi, and we haven't talked to him about the business yet!"

Pan Dehai shook his head and said, "No need to tell him, I've already told him."

Gao Shuxia was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Is everything settled?"

"It's all settled," Pan Dehai said thoughtfully, "What does he mean by slippery?"

The Hundred Eyed Fish looked a little dazed: "It should be fragrant and smooth, fragrant and smooth good things are the most desirable."

……

"Do you know where this delicious and smooth taste comes from?" The man with a small face picked up a piece of roast duck and looked at Zhong Er and Deng Deng.

Zhong Er looked at the duck and thought carefully: "The key lies in the oil and water. The more oil, the more delicious and smooth the duck meat will be."

The big-faced man shook his head and said, "You're half right. The more oil there is, the smoother it will be. But whether it smells good or not depends on the heat. If it's too hot, the oil will burn and it will taste tasteless. If it's too cold, the oil will smell fishy and not only will it not smell good, it will be greasy."

The light bulb shook his head and said, "Duck tastes fishy."

The face is not big and shook his head, saying: "What kind of condiments are needed? When eating roast duck, green onions are good. Green onion leaves are not good because they are too coarse and become woody when chewed in the mouth, which ruins the tenderness of the duck meat. So we have to eat the green onion whites.
The cutting skills for the scallion are also very particular. It can't be too thin, or it won't be able to suppress the greasiness, nor can it be too thick, or it will be too juicy and overwhelm the aroma of the duck meat.

The reason why I love eating at this restaurant is because they pay attention to the food they cook. The thickness of the scallions is just right, and the duck pancakes are just the right thickness. We also pay attention to what we eat. How much meat to wrap in a pancake, how much scallions to put, and how much sauce to dip are all knowledge. "

The middle school student has a small face and is making pancakes seriously.

Dengbao held the duck, tearing and gnawing it, only focusing on eating the meat.

The face was not happy, and he looked at the light bulb and said: "Didn't I tell you that you have to be particular about your food?"

The light bulb smiled and said, "I want to eat quickly and go back to practice."

Looking at the way he eats, his face is not big and he has no appetite: "With your understanding, no matter how hard you work, it will be useless."

As the three were eating, a girl came into the restaurant, stood in the hall, and sang a song: "In spring, a hundred flowers bloom, I wander alone in the garden, a gust of wind blows my golden fan down, and from then on, my heart is filled with lovesickness."

"Song of a Hundred Flowers" is the most popular song in the streets and alleys of Green Water City.

The girl held a basket of flowers in her hands and sang as she walked. She was pretty, with a great figure, and her singing was soft and delicate, like a feather, circling around the heart, making people unable to miss a single word.

The guests all looked up, wanting to take a closer look at the flower basket in the girl's hand, but trying their best to avoid the girl's gaze.

Chuunibō didn't hide, he kept staring at the girl and the girl was also looking at him.

The light bulb beside him said, "What are you doing? Are you listening to music?"

Chuunibour nodded and said, "Yeah, isn't this a song?"

The light bulb laughed and said, "I'm selling flowers! I'm not letting you look at them for free. If you want to look at them again, you have to pay!"

The two were talking, and the man with a small face took out a dollar, put it in the girl's flower basket, and picked up a flower at random.

The girl looked at the dollar, which was enough to buy her several baskets of flowers. She wanted to change the money, but Big Face said no. She wanted to leave all the flower baskets to Big Face, but Big Face waved his hand and said, "One is enough."

After eating and drinking, the master and his two apprentices left the roast duck shop and walked towards the house. Not far away, Zhong Er turned around and found that the flower girl was still following them.

"Do you have anything else to say?" asked Chuunibyou.

The flower girl lowered her head and said nothing.

"I've just given you the money, so consider these flowers as your purchase." Zhong Er walked up to the girl, took the flower basket, and turned away.

The light bulb asked Zhong Er: "What are you doing?"

Chuuni said, "She's a flower seller. Now that her flowers are all sold out, she has no reason to continue following us."

Dengbao laughed and said, "Do you think this is stalking? Can it be considered stalking if I just walk behind you openly?"

Chuuji didn't find it funny: "So what do you think her intentions were?"

Bulb is helpless with the stubbornness of the middle school girl. The little face always says that the middle school girl has talent, but he really can't see where this talent is: "The girl just wants to express her feelings,
In Puluozhou, people have their own way of doing things. The master gave a dollar to the girl, and she was grateful and chased after him to thank him. What's wrong with that?"

Zhong Er turned around to look at the girl, only to see her standing in the wind with her head down, not saying a word.

"She didn't thank me either."

"Nonsense!" Light Bulb frowned and said, "You just embarrassed me. I feel uncomfortable. Can't you see it?"

"We give her money and she spends it on us. It's a mutual consent thing. I don't think there's anything to feel bad about." Zhong Er continued walking forward holding the flower basket.

The light bulb looked back at the girl and sighed helplessly.

After walking down a street, Zhong Er placed the flower basket on the roadside.

The light bulb asked, "What are you doing?"

"These flowers should not be brought back home, it is clearly unsafe."

"What's unsafe?"

Chuuji said seriously, "When I first arrived at the bureau, I encountered a similar case. Someone hid tracking devices in souvenirs and decorations."

Dengbao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "What on earth was Sister Mijian thinking? Why did she fall for you? Who hasn't encountered flower sellers when eating in restaurants in Provo? Why did you create so many problems here?"

Zhong Er walked up to his face but not too close: "Master, please give me the flower you bought as well. This is really not safe."

The little girl glared at Zhong Er, clutching the flowers, and walked forward alone.

Bulb looked at Chuunibyou and said, "You are not sensible enough, are you? Do you know where you went wrong now?"

Chuunib shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Dengbao intentionally distanced himself from the face and lowered his voice, "When we were having dinner just now, there were people selling handkerchiefs, folding fans, and porcelain dolls. Master didn't buy anything else, so why did he buy that girl's flowers?"

This matter can be understood by the middle school students: "Because the girl is pretty and sings well."

Light Bulb nodded: "To put it simply, the master is interested in that girl, and the girl took the money and chased him out, which proves that she is also interested in the master. Don't you understand now?"

Chuunibun didn't understand: "Judging from Master's attire, appearance, and temperament, it's impossible that girl is interested in him."

The light bulb glanced into the distance and said, "You can speak louder, so that the master can hear you."

Chuuji didn't take it seriously: "I heard that and that's what I said. I believe that Master should be able to make the right judgment. Based on the girl's appearance, figure and singing skills, there will be many people who will give her money. For her, this is probably a common thing. The fact that she chased me out of the restaurant is actually unusual to me."

Dengbao didn't know how to explain: "Don't always use the thinking mode of other states to deal with the events in Pro Province. What kind of person is our master? He must have more knowledge than us. Can't he see what the other party is thinking?

This flower girl may have thought our master was a rich man and wanted to make some extra money, or she may have thought our master was a nice person and wanted to say thank you.

Chuunib shook his head and said, "If I have to explain her behavior, I would rather believe that she fell in love with you, because in terms of appearance, you have such a huge advantage."

Deng Deng pressed his palm down and said, "Don't let Master hear this. I don't want Master to hate me because I am prettier than Master. No matter what the reason is, this flower is a thought for Master, a very good thought.

Master said that he really wants us to practice both meditation and spiritual practice, because he has never enjoyed such a blessing in his life, and he finally has such a wish today. You are always making trouble here, isn't this just annoying?
Don't mention the flower anymore, don't cause trouble for Master anymore, just let it go, go back and practice well."

There was nothing wrong with what Lamp said. In terms of strength and experience, Zhong Er could not be compared with Laughing. But when he returned to the house and saw the flower, Zhong Er always felt that there was a knot in his heart, and he still wanted to find an opportunity to clean it out.

At half past ten in the evening, I felt a little tired, so I went back to my room and went to sleep. The flower was still in the vase beside the bed.

Zhong Er entered the room, placed a teapot beside the bed, and said softly, "Master, drink this if you are thirsty at night."

The little guy nodded and said, "Put the tea here, don't touch the flowers."

The middle-aged man's idea was exposed. He really wanted to take the flower away while pouring the tea.

The face was not big and sat up from the bed, silently looking at Zhong Er, and asked: "Do you believe that there is love at first sight in this world?"

Zhong Er didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't figure out Bian Bian's personality. He felt that this person was sometimes very wise and sometimes extremely naive.

When faced with this situation, there is only one way for Chuunibyou to deal with it. If it is an enemy, then don't say anything and just start fighting.

If it's someone close to you, then tell the truth: "Master, I don't believe in love at first sight, especially the woman I met in the restaurant today. I don't believe she has any feelings for you."

The face was not big and frowned: "Are you saying that I am not good-looking?"

Chuuji said as tactfully as possible: "I think you are a little... mediocre."

The face was not big and asked again: "Do you think that girl is pretty?"

The second-year student gave an objective evaluation: "Her appearance can be described as outstanding, and her figure is even more outstanding than her appearance."

The face was not big and nodded: "She has a really good figure, especially her slender waist, which is so slender that it can be held in one hand. It reminds me of someone."

Zhong Er roughly understood the mood of Bian Bian: "Master, this girl may be very similar to someone you had a crush on back then. Today, you have an extraordinary identity and status, and you met this girl who can evoke your memory again, so you want to recreate the relationship you had back then.
But I think there is no point in reproducing it. In those green years, you and that girl must have been very innocent. If that girl couldn't be with you, it shouldn't be because you didn't have wealth or ability. She should have simply thought that you were not good-looking..."

Bian Buda shook his head and said, "Not back then. I just met her not long ago. In fact, I can't say I know her. I just met her once and didn't say hello." Bian Buda picked up the flowers in the vase and said, "This girl looks a lot like Chu Yaoxian, the local god of Xindi."

Chuunibyou was stunned.

He didn't know Chu Yaoxian, but he realized that the real thoughts of Face Big were inconsistent with his guess.

The face is not big, holding the flowers, and asked Zhong Er: "Do you know who Chu Yaoxian is?"

Chuuniburi shook his head repeatedly.

Without a big smile, he said, "Shu Wanjuan killed twelve local gods and only spared one. He wanted to use this local god to bite He Jiaqing, but unfortunately she failed. But this does not mean that Chu Yaoxian is useless.

Chu Yaoxian is still He Jiaqing's person. She can also use the power of the Brotherhood to do things, such as asking the Brotherhood to provide her with an identity, so that she can be a flower girl and go out to gather information.

After she gets the news, she might give it to He Jiaqing or Shu Wanjuan, because Shu Wanjuan likes to keep a backhand on others, don't you think?"

"I don't know..." There was too much information for Chuuji to process for a while.

"I didn't ask you," said Bian Bu, shaking his head. "Lao Shu, do you think I'm right?"

Zhong Er was startled and looked around the room. Is there anyone else in the room?

A gust of cold wind blew, scattering the flowers in Little Face's hands. The petals flew everywhere and turned into spots of ink.

Ink was hung on the wall, leaving a few lines of text: In autumn, flowers bloom, and the beautiful scenery and good times prove the marriage. Iron hooves trample on the withered flowers and candles, and separating the mandarin ducks is the most pitiful thing.

This is still the lyrics of "Hundred Flowers Song". Twenty-eight words turned into a brush and kept writing on the wall. The dense words covered every corner of the room.

A man walked out from the text. He had gray hair and beard, was wearing a long robe, and held a paper fan in his hand. He looked like a storyteller.

He looked at the storyteller with a small face and said with a smile, "Shu Wanjuan, you are really wicked. You know that I have never been loved by anyone in my life, but you let Chu Yaoxian use this trick to plot against me. Do you really think I will be fooled?"

Shu Wanjuan laughed: "You didn't fall for it, did you? I've already found you, do you think you can still get away?"

Logically speaking, Lian Budai really couldn't escape, as the words all over the room had blocked all his escape routes, and Shu Wanjuan didn't leave him any chance to escape.

But his face was not big and he was not panicked at all.

"Shu Wanjuan, do you think finding me is a good thing?"

Shu Wanjuan smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

A layer of grease seeped out of the wall and slowly flowed over the words.

The ink dissolved in the grease and slowly flowed to the ground along the grease.

Shu Wanjuan was startled. He was very surprised that the small amount of fat on his face had changed.

Now that there is no text surrounding it, the face may escape at any time.

Shu Wanjuan took out his brush and prepared to add the text, but his face was not big enough.

But before he could swing the brush, Shu Wanjuan discovered something.

The most urgent task, it seems, is not to make the face look too big.

He found that the grease was spreading upward along his feet.

(End of this chapter)